"The isn't," he said firmly, giving Duo a gentle squeeze. "I never feel like this when I'm alone," and you were always alone in your own dreams, even when you thought you weren't.

After that kiss, he lifted his head so he could take one right from Duo's lips, smiling warmly when he pulled back and gazing into his lover's eyes for a long moment. He'd dreamed, hoped, wished... but to have it be real and already fully formed somehow seemed impossible. But here he was, here they were, moving together like they'd been lovers for months, maybe years.

"Then I'm the one who's lucky," he teased lightly. "You, and this place, this house... How could I be anything less than the luckiest man alive?"